I Do Not Think We Remember Our

A Drinker Does Not Exist. Whatever They Say, It Is Just The Drink Talking.

For 10 Or 11 Years, I Had My Kids, I Wrote Four Or Five Books, And I Was Working All The Damn Time.

There Is Something Wonderful About A Death, How Everything Shuts Down, And All The Ways You Thought You Were Vital Are Not Even Vaguely Important. Your Husband Can Feed The Kids, He Can Work The New Oven, He Can Find The Sausages In The Fridge, After All. And His Important Meeting Was Not Important, Not In The Slightest.

My Kids Are Supposed To Live Till They Are One Hundred. You Don't Have To Have A Perfect House Or A Perfect Relationship With Your Child Or A Perfect Child, And You Yourself Do Not Have To Be Perfect.

There's Quite A Big Gap When It Comes To That Dual Identity Of Mother And Child, Or Even A Pregnant Woman, Or A Nursing Woman. It Kind Of Begs The Question Of That Very Strong Western Idea Of The Individual Self.